Chapter 4: Free Those Damn Tits

I came back holding the thing with two fingers like it had personally ruined my credit score.

Nia’s whole face lit up like Christmas had come early.

“Yes. Perfect. Beautiful. Now come closer. You’re Logan. I’m Mason. Set the scene properly. I want the full anniversary experience. Don’t half-ass it. I need the energy. I need the commitment. I need to understand why your husband was moaning like he was receiving revelation.”

I looked down at her on the floor, dildo in my hand, wine in my system, marriage in the trash, and genuinely wondered how this became my life.

“I hate you so much right now.”

She grinned up at me like this was the best night of her year.

“I know you do. Now get in character. And don’t you dare be shy with the moaning. I need full accuracy. Give me what Mason gave Logan. I want to feel the betrayal in real time.”

“I’m not moaning for you.”

“You are Logan right now. Logan moaned. Logan participated. Logan was committed to the performance. Stop being a weak co-star and give me something.”

I closed my eyes and prayed for strength.

Nia decided she was done waiting.

She threw her head back on the floor and let out the most dramatic, filthy, over-the-top moan I had ever heard in my life.

“Ohhhh fuck… just like that… don’t stop… right there…”

My eyes flew open.

“NIA!”

She kept going, hips lifting off the floor like she was receiving the Holy Ghost and the dick at the same time.

“Shit… Logan… you’re gonna make me cum… don’t you fucking stop…”

I screamed.

“STOP IT!”

She collapsed sideways on the floor laughing so hard she couldn’t breathe.

The dildo rolled away.

Her legs were in the air.

She was slapping the rug like it had personally wronged her.

“I’m… I’m sorry…” she gasped between laughs. “I can’t… Emma… your face… oh my god…”

I stood there still holding nothing but regret and secondhand embarrassment.

Nia wiped her eyes, crawled over on her knees, and grabbed my wrist.

“Bitch, come here.”

She pulled me down onto the floor with her and wrapped both arms around me like she was trying to hold the pieces together.

“I’m sorry baby.”

Her voice had gone soft all of a sudden.

“He’s a dick. A whole, entire, walking dick. And you’ll be fine.”

I let out a shaky breath against her shoulder.

She rubbed my back in circles.

“Good part is that you got no kids for that mother fucker. So you’ll be fine baby. No little versions of him running around. No shared last name you have to explain later. No custody conversations. Just you. Free and a Clean break. He’s out there discovering himself with Logan and you’re over here still young, still fine, and now available. You’ll be fine.”

I didn’t say anything for a second.

She squeezed me tighter.

“I’m serious. Cry if you need to. Scream if you need to. Throw another shoe if you need to. But when you’re done, we’re getting up, we’re finishing this bottle, and we’re going to talk about how you’re going to walk into that divorce like a woman who just got released from prison. Okay?”

I nodded against her.

She kissed the top of my head.

“Okay. Good. Now can I keep the dildo out or should I put it away before we start the healing portion of the night?”

I let out a weak laugh and shoved her shoulder.

“Put it away before I start crying again.”

Nia grinned, crawled across the floor, grabbed the dildo, and threw it down the hallway so hard it bounced off the wall.

Then she jumped up, yanked me to my feet, and grabbed both of my hands like we were about to run a race.

“You know what?”

I sniffed.

“What?”

She was already bouncing in place, wine fully in the driver’s seat, eyes sparkling with pure chaos.

“Let’s go shake our ass on a yacht bitch we are single now!!!!”

I just stared at her.

“Nia..”

“What????”

She leaned back and looked me up and down like she was inspecting property.

“Come on. You have a big ass my dear friend. A whole shelf. A balcony. A structural achievement. And those tits? Fuck.”

“Come on baby! Let another nigga suck it! There’s a masquerade yacht party around.”

She grabbed her phone, checked the time, and her eyes got even bigger.

“12:00. My friend invited me. Let’s go!!!”

I blinked at her.

“But I’m still a married woman.”

Nia looked at me like I had just spoken a foreign language.

“Tf girl. Married woman.”

She put both hands on her hips.

“What of people see me. I have a reputation to keep.”

She repeated my words back to me in the most mocking voice she could find, then burst out laughing.

“Emma. Your husband just got caught getting his soul rearranged by his best friend on your anniversary. What reputation exactly are we protecting right now?”

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“Be so serious. Put on something that shows those titties and let’s go. The yacht is not going to wait for your marital status to update.”

I stared at her for a second longer, then turned around and went to her room because fighting Nia when she was in this mode was a waste of energy I did not have.

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In no time I came out looking all so freaking good.

The dress was tight, short, and doing the absolute most.

I stood in front of her with my hands on my hips and turned slightly so she could see the damage.

“Nia. You know I’m thicker than you. This brings out a lot. My tits are about to slip.”

Nia’s mouth fell open.

She walked around me in a full circle like she was inspecting a brand new car that just got delivered.

“Ohhhhhh hell no. Emma. Emma. Look at you. Look at all of this. The marriage really said ‘I’m leaving’ and your body said ‘finally.’”

She stopped in front of me and pointed at my chest.

“Damn I wanna shove my face in them”

I tried not to laugh.

“Is it too much?”

Nia looked at me like I had insulted her entire bloodline.

“Too much? Nah. Come here.”

She grabbed my wrist, spun me around so my back was facing her, and then went dead silent for a second.

“Look at that ass.”

“Girl, you’re gonna get so laid.”

Before I could even open my mouth she gripped my waist, pushed me forward a little, and started thrusting against me from behind like the Holy Spirit had given her a second job.

“Ohhhh my god… yes… take that… someone gonna be screaming and bouncing on another man’s dick tonight… this is exactly what the yacht is about to look like…”

I was laughing so hard I could barely stand.

“Nia—stop..”

I finally spun around, shoved her off me, and pointed in her face while still cracking up.

“You fucking play too much.”

Nia had both hands in the air, grinning like she had just won an award.

“What! I’m helping. I’m warming the engine. It’s not my fault I have a hot best friend”

She suddenly turned and ran to her room, still talking the whole way.

“Hold on. Don’t you dare take that dress off.”

She came back a few seconds later holding a black lace mask and pushed it into my hand.

“Here. Take it. The mask. It’s a masquerade yacht party. No one would even know it’s you.”

I looked down at the mask, then back at her.

She was already grabbing her own and putting it on like the decision had been finalized without me.

“Now let’s go!”

She snatched her clutch, spun me toward the door, and started pushing me from behind.

This is gonna be a crazy night y’all!